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trashytoastboi · 2 months

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I really love your writing! Some of my favorite headcannon are the reader scared of physical intimacy due to trauma, could you do those headcannons for Ace and Sabo please??

Heyya bean! I apologise for the very, very long wait >_< I've finally gotten around to writing things again, I'm thankful you enjoy my writing and hope you enjoy~

🍞 Headcanons: Kid, Killer x S/O who is afraid of physical intimacy due to past trauma

🍞 Headcanons: Zoro, Law, Marco, Katakuri x S/O who is afraid of physical intimacy due to past trauma.

Headcanons: Ace, Sabo x S/O Who is afraid of physical intimacy due to a past trauma.

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> Warning: Implied abuse/mention of panic attacks. This includes implied trauma due to something in the past, if you think it will be triggering for you please avoid this. It is written and intended to be a comfort piece, but first and foremost take care of yourself and mental wellbeing🍀

Portgas D. Ace

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🔥 Ace has a very physical love style, he enjoys expressing himself through touch and affection. Though it makes the situation at hand all the more difficult, he would never complain or be upset about it. He understands, he truly does. Ace just doesn’t understand how else he can fully convey his love other than affection. He believes actions weigh more than words and even though he always tells {Name} just how much he loves them, it just never felt adequate. Ace never once desired to push {Name} beyond their limitations.

🔥It was obvious there was aversion to touch and affection. {Name} had always kept people at arm's length, Ace was a little closer than most and he treasured the trust placed in him by his partner. Ace came to learn through their mannerisms and occasional openings in their guard about how they were uncomfortable with physical touch and the idea of being intimate. Ace held off on affection, unless he felt {Name} was having a good day, he moved slowly and always checked to truly make sure they were fine. If any minute reaction showed discomfort or fear, he would leave them be and comfort them when {Name} apologized for being this way.

🔥Ace felt there were strides of progress, regarding his relationship with {Name}. They had gotten into a comfort zone of sorts, hand holding and the occasional hug was steadily becoming more frequent and comforting, sometimes it was even {Name} to be the one to initiate. Maybe due to the constant security and comfort Ace provided, {Name} felt safe enough to divulge their very painful past. The trauma that made them this way and how that trauma made even the most gentle of touch feel like fire and fear in one fatal combination.

🔥{Name} dug deep to pull everything up and out. They thought they would be ready to discuss everything, it proved not to be the case. The revisitation of trauma set the panic deep in their bones, they choked up. The cold feeling began to run down their shoulders, down their back as the feeling faded from their hands and feet. The tears came out uncontrollably. Ace panicked internally, he didn’t want to show it outright in case it made {Name’s} current state worse. He comforted them, speaking in a soft voice telling them it was alright not to face it right now, not until {Name} was ready. He informed them over and over again how {Name} never had to force themselves to do anything.

🔥They sputtered never ending apologies on repeat, alternating between words of self blame and apologies to Ace. This had sent {Name} back into the worst possible mindset, thanks to how adamantly and patiently Ace listened, comforted them and gently hushed their apologies. He deemed the apologies unnecessary, after all there was no reason for {Name} to say sorry when they were never the ones in the wrong. Maybe it was that very warmth and comfort that helped them gain a grip, something that helped to steady their uneven and shallow breath, easing the pain in their chest. The world stopped spinning and they were calming down.

🔥Ace inwardly blamed himself, the initial happenings he knew was not his fault. He just spiraled with the concept that maybe had he just not been so eager, or forthcoming and overwhelming with his advances then {Name} might not have felt so pressured to discuss this, or put themselves in a position to relive their worst trauma. {Name} never once actually thought like this, they felt so trusting of Ace that they wanted to tell him. Ace smiled on the surface, a soft and meek smile. One designed to comfort his partner without alluding to his true thoughts of guilt and self blame.

🔥It took a lot of communication and understanding to see where both of them were. Trying to hold these fragmented talks while suffering in their own thoughts was only hurting them. {Name} took Ace’s comfort to heart, knowing they weren’t obligated nor were they ready to talk about things and that was okay. Ace communicated his own misunderstanding and insecurities, the talk was difficult but they found a middle ground. A comfortable place in which to meet each other emotionally, taking it one step at a time.

Sabo

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🎩 Sabo noticed the hesitation, it was not outright. Hidden, disguised as if {Name} didn’t want him to know. He loves them too much not to notice how they stiffened; the anxiety that passed through their eyes and contorted their expression into fear for an instant. The nervous stumbling of their words when Sabo pulled away in surprise worried about accidentally hurting them. Given his injuries, his scars that remained Sabo related their reaction to something similar. His body had healed, on the surface. The trauma remained and it took a long time without him having to flinch away, associating touch with treatment of his injuries and the grueling pain he had to live through during his recovery. Or how he hated his scars when they first started to settle, the uneven and rough skin under his fingertips. He learned to accept them, live with them and in time liked them as it was his proof of survival, he was still alive. Sabo likened it to a deep rooted trauma, he didn’t bring it up but his actions became more reserved in nature.

🎩 Sometimes it can take the smallest thing to fall over the edge, Sabo’s more and rarer playful side came out when he and {Name} were sharing some banter, joking around and the like. Sabo playfully grabbed their wrist in the hopes of pulling them in for a kiss, but what ensued was nothing he expected. {Name} was fine one moment, the next it looked like their world shattered. He let go, panicking and asking what happened, did he grab too hard? {Name} shook their head, dismissing it with a strained smile. The cold sweat didn’t convince him when they showed so much fear. Sabo had noticed it a while ago. He gently broached the topic, not wanting the details but he needed to know. Sabo wanted to know how he could help. How he could protect them and prevent anything that could hurt them.

🎩Nothing really could have prepared Sabo, for what {Name} entrusted to him. A very bleak and too upsetting for words recollection of the incidents that made them this way. Sabo felt angry, towards the people who hurt his partner, towards himself for not realizing some of his actions could have triggered them. Logically, he knew it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know of the situation and couldn’t change it. He felt sad seeing how heartbroken and frightened {Name} was. Not only from recalling the vivid and horrific memories but also from their fear that Sabo might perceive or treat them differently, in a bad way. They had been on the terrible side of listening to those who blamed {Name} for what happened in the past. {Name} grew to believe what was said, that it was their fault.

🎩 Listening to how their words laced their own blame into it. “I shouldn’t have… they wouldn’t have.. I was the one…” Sabo only grew angrier towards the people, the vicious attitude they must have had upon saying those poisonous words to {Name}. Things that led to self doubt and blame. Sabo approached them, carefully enough to see if his touch and comfort would be welcomed. He could only hold them, swallowing his own anger. He pushed it aside, to whisper the words of validation they so desperately needed. Even the simple statement “It wasn’t your fault.” Brought tears to {Name’s} eyes, his voice resonates so deeply, unearthing all of those suppressed feelings that they held back. At this point all Sabo could offer is comfort and security, away from the memories.

🎩 He tried to take their mind off of it. Trying to calm {Name} down and offer whatever reassurance he could. From the beginning he had been undemanding. {Name} never felt things in the way of obligation, they never felt forced to do anything. Sabo had created a safe space for them truly, one where they learned the hardships of healing but healing nevertheless. He helped and supported with what he could. Giving {Name} space when they needed it, giving them comfort and support when they wanted it. Sabo knew he could not change the past, nor what happened to his partner. But he could try to help them now and in the future. The past may have been full of hurt and terror, he tries, strives to make sure that the future will never be like that. Neither for him, nor {Name}.

#one piece #sabo #portgas d ace #trashytoastboi #gender neutral reader #one piece headcanon #fluff #comfort #sfw #one piece imagines #fire first ace #ace x reader #sabo x reader #gn reader #gender neutral pronouns #i am proud of my silly toast dividers

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grimeywings · 5 months

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FiLTHANGELiC ⊹ ⁺ . ྀ . . . an unclean holy being

　　 ⟢　keir ' s personal collection !

　⟡ ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ　　 DEFiNiTiON 𓂃　filthangelic ⟢ a gender for those who feel their gender

　　　　　　　　　　　　 resembles an angel that has either gotten dirty over time , has

　　　　　　　　　　　　 died and became dirty with the process of rot , or is just earthy

　　　　　　　　　　　　 and unclean by nature .

　⟡ ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ　　PRN iDEAS 𓂃　 possible neopronouns ⟢ angel ﾉ dirt ﾉ feather ﾉ filth

　　　　　　　　　　　　 foul ﾉ grime ﾉ mildew ﾉ mold ﾉ mud ﾉ putrid ﾉ rot ﾉ soiled .

　　　　　　੭　　C0iNED　 𓂃　made by ⟢ 𝘬𝑒𝘪𝘳 . ⟡ ݁ ˖ ( @grimeywings )

PT: Filthangelic, an unclean holy being. Located in keir's personal collection. (Keir personally identifies with this gender, but it is open to the public!)

Definition: filthangelic, a gender for those who feel their gender resembles an angel that has either gotten dirty over time, has died and became dirty with the process of rot, or is just earthy and unclean by nature.

Pronoun ideas or possible neo pronouns: angel, dirt, feather, filth, foul, grime, mildew, mold, mud, putrid, rot, soiled.

Coined by: Keir (me!)

#🦢 ࣪ ⟡ 𝘬𝑒𝘪𝘳 ‘ 𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭��𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 .ᐟ 𓂃 ˖ִ #angel #mogai #mogai coining #mogai term #mogai gender #mogai flag #mogai community #xeno coining #neopronouns #pronoun ideas #angelic #dividers #xenogender #xenogender community

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failboy · 2 months

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hello! may i please request a sparkle id pack? from hsr? requesting this as someone who is poc if thats okay since i know some people don't like her. but it would mean a lot. 🙇🏽‍♂️

Names - Amaryllis (F), Tindra (F), Sindri/Sindre (M*), Lāsma (F), Argus (M), Aurelius (M), Elio (M), Elín (F), Eleonara (F), Eleanor (F), Cassandre (F, says the site, though site also says it means “Shining or excellent man” so), Cherry (GN), Blaze (GN)

Pronouns - Spark/Sparkle, Mask/Masked, Fool/Fools, Amuse/Amusement, Elate/Elation, Firework/Fireworks, Spark/Sparks

Titles - The One with a Thousand Faces, The Masked Fool, Maestro of Theatrics, The one Adorned with Innumerable Masks, The Hero with A Thousand Faces, The Masked Genius,

Genders - Honkaistarrailic

*Sindri/Sindre is a norse name, meaning sparkle, not the place!

My scrolling through tags found naught but one gender 😭 I'm sorry :( to try and make up for it I did some titles ^^; if anyone has like... a gender based on Sparkle let me know so I can add it :3

Also I don’t particularly mind ppl who enjoy her as a overall character, I just hate ppl who try to excuse what she said/hoyo put in as ok :3

Anyway, Hope you like this !!! Is it obvious I’ve kinda stopped playing the game and don’t know very much about her ^^

#◡◡ request done !#Do you guys like how I theme the dividers after the character/whatever or no? Is that cringe?#sparkle honkai star rail #name help #name ideas #name suggestions #neopronoun suggestions #neopronoun ideas #neopronouns list #neopronouns #pronoun suggestions #pronoun ideas #pronoun list #id pack #name list #title suggestions #title ideas #npt list

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nursesharkinfirmary · 5 days

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🫧◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡🪼

(ㅅ´ ˘ `) Oceanic SNPT

🐬◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡🦭

─ 𖦹 ˙ ̟Sys Names

The Briny Deep, Deepwater Dwellers, Pearlescent Cove, Coral Reef Collective, Caustic Network, Bioluminescent Aquarium, Davy Jone's Locker

─ 𖦹 ˙ ̟Names

Pearl, Hook, Barney (Barnacle), Octo/Octette, Levi/Leviathan, Sandy, Jelly, Fisher, Anchor, Ariel, Marine/Marina/Marie, Coral, Cordelia, Wade/Wayde, Nixie, Silvermist, Drifter, Tentaclette, Squid, Atlantis, Finn

─ 𖦹 ˙ ̟Pronouns

Tide/Tide's, Frill/Frill's, Bubble/Bubble's, Scale/Scale's, Sea/Sea's, Wave/Wave's, Splash/Splash's, Sting/Stinger's, Fin/Fin's, Salt/Salt's, Lumi/Lumi's, Glub/Glub's, 🌊/🌊's 🐳/🐳's, 🐠/🐠's, 🦈/🦈's, 🦀/🦀's, 🐚/🐚's, 🪸/🪸's

─ 𖦹 ˙ ̟Titles

Descendant of the Deep, (Prn) who Swims with the Fishes, The Underwater Guardian, (Prn) with Shimmering Scales, The Gilled (Pref Royal Title), Overseer of Merpeople, The Saltwater's Favor, (Prn) who does not Come Up for Air

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stellaralignment · 1 day

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How close can you get to the edge of a cliff without being afraid of falling?

If you don't know the height of the cliff, it really depends on your personality. Some might be bold, others cautious. This can be shaped by your experiences, those who have fallen and been injured might treat an apparent drop with more respect.

But circumstances are also important to remember. You might prefer to run off the cliff, regardless of the consequences, if you're being chased or attacked. The cliff face actively giving way and falling might push you back, or spur you towards it in an attempt to save a falling friend.

And all this is regardless of the height of the cliff! If you approach and note the way down, your decision might change. If it turns out to not be a cliff at all but a gently sloping hill, you could continue onwards. Or decide the path isnt where you wanted to go after all and simply turn around.

But for some, the cliff is insurmountable. A sheer or spiked face of immeasurable height. A dreadfully difficult or simply time consuming and exhausting ordeal to attempt to traverse. No matter how desperately they wish to arrive at their destination.

All this to say, there's innumerable reasons why one might transition. There's infinite obstacles or justifications for someone to not. At the end of the day, everyone had their own unique path and is simply struggling to arrive at the place/identity where they feel most comfortable.

Some may not have the opportunity to get there.

But each and every single one of us is valid and is entitled to whatever identity is claimed. Whenever the individual claims it. Instantly. Without penalty or judgment if the same decides to claim another simoultaneously or in replacement of the first chosen identity.

The right to self determination is one all should be allowed to enjoy

stop gatekeeping identities and labels

#Started out as a rant about how we shouldnt be saying “you have to do X when you transition”#or “all trans people must Y”#ended up as a general PSA to stop fucking dividing any community. for any reason #there's few enough of literally any group you can point at in any queer community #Maybe stop trying to thin the numbers by excluding people?#also tried really hard to avoid using any “person” centric language. Shoutout to all my non-humans/unpersons.#(I really tried to avoid pronouns at all other than “you”)#B/c this is abt all of us. Trans or not. Whatever identity/sexuality/group/community

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gumy-shark · 7 months

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i still think my favorite worldbuilding thing ive ever done was some oc lore a year ago where there was an entire island society of completely asexual agender magical rock people (they reproduced by sculpting a new child and giving it magical life) was having their societal roles/ages determine their pronouns (which were all rock related). like a young scientist would use peb/pebs, but an older one would use pebble/pebbles, or an artisan would use stone/stones or smth. thats still a banger to me

#i never thought of pronouns for other roles #but its like. in a society without gender. what other things would ppl divide themself by? how would they denote it?#and perhaps most importantly #how many rock related neos could i come up with? (not many)#(its ok i couldnt really think of many societal roles for ppl who dont really need to eat or drink or fuck) (oh shit childcare)

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aquariumsysurls · 11 months

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Ix/Ixs/Ixself (Pronounced Icks)

Other/Others/Otherself

Eerie/Eeries/Eerieself

Bug/Bugs/Bugself

Nor/Nors/Norself

Mal/Mals/Malself

Nor/Mals/Norself

Glitch/Glitches/Glitchself

Click/Clicks/Clickself

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xxjaybl1nkiezxx · 2 years

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Hellozzz!! Waz wondering if u could makez a he/it blinkeeee? Also ur V v rad xD

ahhh 1st blinkie3e requezt !!! thnx so muchzzz i appreciate it vry muchzzz <3 i m4de a few 4 u ! i hope u liek em XD

#blinkies.cafe #blinkies #dividers #he/it #pronouns #flashing #eyestrain

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glittergroovy · 8 months

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#he him #gif warning #pronoun dividers #pronouns #oie #feel free to use #dividers #826x56px

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the-mighty-helios-millaray · 1 year

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Hell0 there! 001 adores y0ur blog aesthetic :] Could 001 put in a request for title recommendations? (Related to robots/A.I., and intellect?) Thanks s00 much!! :D

aw , thank xyu very much ! we ‘ ll get those going 04 xyu !

💿 )) ROBOT // A,i, // iNTELLECT TiTLE iDEAS

the one of all intelligence - the analyst - the artificial entity - entity 002 (( or any number really )) - project 002 - the one of bits and bytes - he who beeps - he who boops - he of the electricity - an // the artificial entity - [REDACTED] - he who is sculpted of metal - he who is sculpted of screws - the database - server 001 - player 01 - the researcher - he who studies - test subject 001 - the Brain - the Mind - the Artificial Melody - the Composer of Artificial Melodies - 0110101 (( or any binary composition really ))

#sunrise: req complete #title ideas #title list #blue dividers #mogai safe #switch up the pronouns if xyu like!

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canonically-a-genloser · 7 months

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RUSHED WRITING I AM SO SORRY (this includes Amrita and a description of a lab. neither are probably correct so if this is awful i am so so sorry) ALSO. PLS READ TAGS FOR TWS THIS THING IS AWFUL

Paislie glanced inside the lab. Amrita was there, along with several other people Paislie didn't know.

She hadn't come to the lab since she'd found out what was happening in there. So many kids, almost all infants, died multiple times a day.

And since she'd realized it, she couldn't keep herself from blaming herself for all the lives lost on her machines no matter how she tried to make them work.

She couldn't stop herself from wondering how much blood was, technically, on her hands.

Paislie had found that out when she tried to help once only a few days previous.

She'd been showing plans for a new machine to one of the older workers when one of the lab employees had come running, saying they needed more hands.

Despite not knowing what she was doing, Paislie had followed behind, throwing on a spare coat, face mask, and gloves as she entered.

The place was buzzing with activity in the worst way, employees rushing around and carrying babies just as small as the one in Paislie's own arms. She could've sworn one of them was still smaller.

And that's when she'd realized. The little structures Paislie had seen patterned through the room weren't some kind of sink like she'd thought up to now.

They were cribs.

She couldn't help but stare down the rows and rows of sleeping babies- what looked like newborns, she thought vaguely.

And the random spacing between them and the empty cribs- sure, it could've been an accident, but if it weren't, then where-

She was only jerked out of her thoughts by a touch on her shoulder.

"Hey," the lab worker had said. "Been in here before?"

Paislie only shook her head, not trusting her voice in the slightest.

"Can you take him?" they'd asked, glancing down at the crying baby Paislie had just realized was there. He was almost too small to be real, she thought with a pang of anxiety for the tiny boy. "There's nothing you can- You don't need to do anything else. Just hold him."

She swallowed- whether to keep herself from being sick or crying, she didn't know. "Yeah, I can- I can do that."

Paislie hadn't even finished her sentence before the tiny baby boy was carefully laid in her arms.

"Hey, buddy," she'd said quietly, stroking his cheek with her gloved hand. "It's okay."

Despite the setting, she could almost forget anything was wrong. She could pretend for a minute as the boy quieted. Blue eyes looked back up at her.

She smiled, trying to stop herself from breaking down right there and crying.. "There he is."

And he smiled back. It was only a quick one, the only way such a tiny baby could, but it was still enough to tell.

Something still felt off in the room. Not that it had ever left.

It felt like death.

She shivered at the thought.

Before Paislie could stop herself, she'd started humming a song to him. He didn't cry again, so she figured it couldn't have been that bad. She took to watching Amrita's movements, vaguely hoping it would help her calm down if she had something to focus on.

It wasn't hard to tell though, when she looked back down at him a few moments later, something wasn't right.

He wasn't breathing.

"What the f-"

'There's nothing you can- you don't need to do anything else.'

Was that what they'd meant? Had they known he would die in her arms when they'd handed him off?

"Amrita?" she called, looking up anxiously.

Anyone, get anyone, sure you know her, but anyone who could help him-

Before she could force herself back into reality, gloved hands took the still baby out of her arms. It was too calm, why weren't they trying to do anything?-

"What's going on," she said in a low voice, staring at the floor in a daze.

Another employee shushed her, not unkindly, but it still made her nervous as she looked back up.

"Is he okay- what happened, what- I didn't even-"

"It's okay now, we're under control here," a foreign voice said. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, hun."

Paislie looked back just in time to see a blanket thrown over the boy who they'd just taken from her.

"Stop it! What are they doing, they didn't even try, go back," she protested, pushing against all the hands reaching for her.

Paislie saw Amrita shake her head in her peripherals, but she didn't care, didn't react when the other called her name.

"It's not too late!" she finally screamed, nearly throwing off the lab coat in her panic. "Help him!"

A mask was shoved at her face, and she ducked away.

Before she was aware that she'd run, she was on the floor of the bathrooms, throwing up the undigested remnants of her lunch.

Hands pressed a gentle weight against her shoulders, and she nearly decked their owner before she realized it was Amrita.

Paislie just broke down, not entirely letting Amrita comfort her but not pulling away either.

"I should've told you not to go in there, I'm sorry," the older said. "You shouldn't have-"

The doors opened. Masked drones stalked mechanically towards the two.

"Don't mask Paislie, I can talk to her, she's just confused," Amrita said, standing up beside Paislie's hunched form.

The drones didn't listen.

They easily shoved past Amrita, not that the other made an attempt to stop them. It wouldn't have been any use. They all knew that.

Before Paislie even had a chance to fight back, several hands grabbed her arms and restrained her.

Blank whiteness blotted out her vision as she felt her mind lose control of itself.

Paislie should've learned to welcome the oblivion by now.

And maybe she should've given up on saving anyone a long time ago, she couldn't help but think a few weeks later when Amrita had explained what had happened to that little nameless boy.

Paislie had failed to save one more person. And just like before Showfall, it would stick with her no matter how much her mind got wiped.

#i don't know how well i wrote amrita. my bad #also this is rushed but i wanted to finish this and post it before camp #tw unethical medicine #tw throwing up #tw slight violence #tw child death #i used she/her for paislie because showfall homophobia but also so it wouldn't be hard to read with changing pronouns #cause sometimes i have difficulty editing when i write like that #YUH #i am so sorry about the divider #someday i'll get good ones #my baddd

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chaos-in-one · 1 year

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The fact that trans people are increasingly being in more danger (not even just in the U.S.! That's what I see talked about a lot is the recent anti trans laws there but there are other countries dealing with an uptick in anti trans pushback too!) but all some of y'all can focus on is stupid online discourse like what trans people are really valid (ex: nonbinary validity discourse, nondysphoric trans people discourse, xenogender discourse, gnc trans people discourse etc.) and if certain things trans people use for themselves is mocking the community (like dear gods the fucking neopronoun discourse, and the discourse over transmascs who use she/her + transfems who use he/him) instead of focusing on the rising pushback against our existence and bodily autonomy, it REALLY shows where your priorities lie.

"Oh but don't you know you can focus on two issues at once!!" But you aren't, and quite frankly, when it comes to this, no you can't. Because when it comes to minorities, intercommunity fighting over who "really" belongs or whose "right" on what identities are valid actively pushes apart the community based on opinions on that. And if we're busy being divided and pointing fingers at one another, we aren't working together to push back against the people who actively want our minority gone. Intercommunity arguing and validity discourse? It's exactly what the transphobes want. They want us to be fighting each other because if we are pointing fingers at one another and blaming each other for their actions, we aren't pointing fingers at them and blaming them for their own transphobia. We aren't fighting them because we're fucking fighting each other.

[ Please do not add discourse to this post explicitly being against discourse, I don't want to fucking hear it ]

#Im so sick and tired of validity discourse #people are actively loosing their fucking rights and access to gender affirming care #in the face of that shit like a trans person on the internet using weird pronouns or a weird gender doesnt fucking matter #dividing the community further to bash people using certain gender labels isnt fucking worth it #rant #trans rant #transphobia #trans #transgender #anti exclusionist #anti exclusionism #critical inclusionist #trans rights #trans discourse #trans discrimination #no discourse

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